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... the tourist centre was open. A brochure was found. 18.00 had been crossed out by hand and replaced with 21.00. Oh. None of the signs around town had been corrected. Guess the locals knew better. Cycled home, had dinner, then returned for 21.00. Definitely worth the effort. The trio were excellent. Passing cyclists and walkers also stopped to listen, the jazz enthusiasts already present. A magical evening. ...
... to blow the expense and buy it. The store is full of only handmade and
hand painted ceramics from the smallest medallion to the largest wall features
that are about 1 metre in diameter…I didn’t even want to guess how much
something like that would cost. Anyway, we found lots of interesting things for
ourselves and others and by the end of it I was a little woozy from the spend
(you know me and money!!).
We left feeling very happy with
... It was a lovely town to stroll through. The town was still a little sleepy waiting for the throngs of Tuscan trotting tourists that must be arriving shortly. Our tour guide explained that the city had only been taken over by force once by Napoleon. He installed his sister there to rule. She promptly tore down the houses in front of her seat of government creating a large square that holds an annual music festival. The festival ...
... are so very nice – and we had a lovely time lazing around the café as the sun set talking about everything. They were staying one more night in ‘Vico’ then back to Ireland and Australia.
We met a lovely couple, Paul and Michelle, from Brisbane (who stumbled across our blog as they were ‘googling’ about ‘permesso di soggiorno’ papers in Lucca) .They emailed us with a few questions about what they needed to do to get ...
... couch surfing. Having hosted about 10 people, and met her current boyfriend through it she was singing its praises. I am a member of couch surfing but I still haven’t used it. Maybe when I get to Asia I might consider it.
Italy is a funny place. It seems like always, everywhere, there is something going on. Weather its some workers shouting at female passersby, cops giving hassle to someone for being a menace, drivers arguing ...